Ask me

How the low-carb is going. Go ahead.
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I had biscuits for breakfast.
With coffee, made with sugar free syrup, and skim milk.
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Yeah.

In my defense (and it's a pretty flimsy defense), I have been CRAZY busy lately. Haven't done much grocery shopping. So there's not a lot in the house to eat, period. I found a tube of crescent rolls and some cheese, so I baked 'em up. Yummy. But not low-carb.

Yesterday, I spent the morning in diabetes education. I leaned two things. 1: I need to take better care of my feet. I don't need to add amputee to my medical file. 2: Diabetes educators and dr's are killing their patients. And they can't keep their shit straight. We were told 135 grams of carbs per day was a good number to aim for. 135/3 meals = 45 grams per meal. Then they tell us that women can have 3-4 15 gram servings of carbs per meal. 45-60 total. Times 3 meals a day is 135-180. ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY! Just for reference, Atkins allows 20 grams per day in induction (the first two weeks). Then you slowly start adding a little bit and a little bit. I doubt anyone in maintenance Atkins is eating 135 grams per day.

Now, this is certainly better than the average American diet. We eat a LOT of carbs. But then they also tell us to only eat a 3-4 oz serving of protein at each meal. And avoid fat, cholesterol, and salt like the plague. Which is just so wrong! Why are they still pushing carbs at people who can't process them?!? It's not like we force peanut allergic kids to eat peanut butter sandwiches, or celiac patients to eat bread - we know it will kill them! Just like these carbs are going to kill diabetics!

I talk a good rant, but I'm not living it. I'm trying to do better every single day. It's hard. Nothing good for you is ever easy. So I'm working on it, and doing the best I can. I'm GOING to be better. Because I was so much younger than anyone in that room. Like, 20 years younger! Some of them had been diabetic for 10-15 years at the most. So, not even as young as me when they were first diagnosed. That, more than anything, depressed the hell outta me.